Two Poems

by Amelie Morgan

Fine-Toothed

My hair is spiked with comb teeth like the invasive grass we can't stay on top ofsince it all blends when it's short we tried non-chemical approaches like brushes but they got stuck rooting out pain and hope nittedlike homegrown pests so it must be something we're living or eating or saying to each other what a flea bath must feel like knowing full well we live in the grass.

Bellied

You a fly fishing angler feeling so fresh in each bodyof water, you finned & glittering in sunlight filleted in ecstasy and packed into cans spineless on shelves, you told me about each catch: orange sunset, low squall, dark ocean intriguepretty fish memories all in a row, I try to keep the salt on top keep it from settling so I lie very still with my sisters we keep our scales scraped, eyes watered.

Amelie Morgan is a Chicago-based psychotherapist in private practice. When she’s not helping her clients sort through their thoughts, feelings, and behaviors, she is finding context in her own through poetry and music. She has previously been published in Journey and Helix, journals associated with her alma mater, where she obtained a M.A. in creative writing approximately 10 years ago.